KC

just screamed guantanamo bay sprawled out across a pool table!

hitting a coworkers vape outside the back of my job watching videos to further my tantric sex skills (thanks cat) and a dishwasher is trying to interrupt me. be quiet please i’m learning.

the cat is yelling at me while i draft tweets about sex and now she’s making me self conscious.

the acorns fall off trees and hit heads with frequencies that make people not want to have sex with me.

me and my art work!

eggnog latte season i’m buying all the egg nog im drinking all the coquito my life is wonderful

listening to pet sounds and making deeply sexual eye contact with the paint thinner in my studio🩷

today i asked myself if a dirty martini is alright at 10:30am. i am going to spontaneously combust.

we’re drinking pervert beers tonight. it’s gonna be something crazyyyyyyy.

same place i’ll always be<3

i accept my fate as the wicked witch of the whore 🙏

sexually charged conversations to roy orbison and swallowing oil paint because nothing matters i guess.

“this is something i wish upon ivy wolk”

it’s a lynchian halloween💙💙

american spirits saving one life at a time

adding pews to the living room for my personal enjoyment🩷

in studio with work wife as i take my own painting break🩷

this and telling men not to take women’s last names>>>>>>

you can tell i didn’t wanna be behind the bar today.

my art is about listening to roy orbison and hitting my ankle bone on a chair very hard.